A little fishing memory from when I was six or seven, happened with an uncle who was actually a good family friend. We found a new to us back water shallow weed flat and thought we could get some finger sized bait fish. The plan was for me and two others to feed them for a couple of weeks with old reduced price bread from the bakery with our bicycles, and then do a sneak on them early one morning with a throw net.
Pulling up in pitch black darkness, we got the car hung up on some pipe that had got uncovered by the rain. It took better than an hour to jack the back of the car up and slowly fill enough under the tires to get it unstuck. We headed to the water and the circular ripples of feeding fish were still going, so we set up for the sneak. Our uncle was the net man so he gets ready. He kept the throw net in a bowling ball bag, and when he opens it up expecting the net, he brought his bowling ball. We were pretty young and started to giggle, but we zipped it up quick because he was steamed.
He ran home, got the real net while we waited, and was overjoyed to see the fish still feeding when he got back. He made two casts and everything was unusable, what we considered rubbish fish. He got even more steamed.
